He's temperamental. He's bold. He's possessive. He's my mate. His personality was like a drug. I didn't want to keep coming back. But my body needed me to. Language warning. Cover by: Bandtella
I watched as it suddenly stopped its eyes continuing to stare into mine as if it was looking directly into my soul. I couldn't look away from its brown eyes despite the fear that seemed to consume my entire being. The sound of bones breaking and snapping filled the air whilst the wolf began to growl. I felt my eyes wi...